Songs of Anisha
“Idle Was His Mind,”
by Olunosen Louisa Ibhaze
Once there was a prince
Tall handsome and proud he stood
The only son of his father so loved he was
He never lacked nor hungered for anything
All he had to do was ask
After his father the king passed away,
He would become king
Oh yes the throne would be his
So trained he was to think and act like a king
Little did I know the evil of idleness could cause him to act like a thief
For idle he was when a plan came to him
His Father was living too long
And he longed to sit upon the throne
He had to become king
The days that followed, his plans he built
And grew to hate the poor old man
Then came the night of the fourth day of the
Seventh week just before dawn
Very so like the ambitious Macbeth
He made his way to the royal chamber
As he pulled out his knife he froze
Alas the old man wasn’t asleep
Wide open were his eyes, for he knew this day would come
In a flash he struck his victim
And was gone the way he had come
King he was made a few days later
Yet unhappy he was,
For those eyes he saw every where he went
The queen was unhappy
And he loved her so
He was the cause of her unhappiness
He knew and hated to be,
The one who broke his mother’s heart
The one who brought tears to her beautiful eyes
In less than a decade he could take no more
Frightened of the son his wife bore him
Tormented at the thought and dreams of his son
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